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15 December 2012 Alesha Dixon vs Miley Cyrus

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BBU CANNES, FRANCE PPV

(BEEVER'S BABES VS BEEVER'S BABES U.S.)

Posted by Knowlesey (Result - Vassago) on December 15, 2012, 1:45 pm

Miley has been horribly scathing about the performance of her British colleagues in the recent Beevers Babes v Lookout! Match, and in particular she has cited Alesha Dixon for being a ‘useless has been in need of an extra spanking’ Alesha has snapped back that Miley’s just a ‘fat flyweight who’s never beaten anyone of note’ and the pair have all but fought each other in a nightclub already, with Miley suggesting that if Alesha spent as much time in the gym as she did in the bedroom she’d have more success.

This boxing match is therefore very much hungrily anticipated, and each girl knows that defeat will bring humiliation and ridicule.

Here come the girls, and Alesha’s wearing a baby blue bra and knickers tonight, matching boots and gloves, and with white lace fringing the boots, knickers and bra, she looks incredibly hot. Twenty year old Miley is wearing a black leather bikini that looks like it’s come straight out of Lisa Maffia’s wardrobe, and she’s looking at Alesha and sneering,

“You look like you’re ready to get laid, slut! But get ready – cos I’m gonna lay you the hell out!”

Alesha just glares back, then snaps,

“Watch that lip, little girl! Before I give it a big smack!”

The referee for this fight is the lovely Gemma Atkinson, who is turning the fans on as much as the fighters by wearing a French maid’s outfit, flashing bare thighs above her stocking tops, and she can barely keep the girls apart even before the bell rings.

Round 1

Miley’s out of her corner quickly, but she’s met by a determined Alesha, who smacks punches into the younger girl’s face one after another. Miley just can’t land any leather as her face gets smacked left and right by those flashing baby blue gloves, and Alesha’s leaning in on the kid, telling her,

“You’re gonna by my little biitch! This is my night, tramp!”

Miley does her best to fight back , but Dixon just schools the youngster, beats her for pace and power, and she’s got her struggling now, up against the ropes, and beating her to the ribs, then to the face again, and the girl’s skin is reddening by the seconds. Alesha gives Miley a solid one-two, but the girl somehow gets herself off the ropes, and even snaps off a couple of punches – she’s soon on the receiving end again, though, with Alesha battering her in the corner right up to the bell, snarling after her,

“I gotcha! More to come, tramp!”

Round 2

Miley Cyrus is brave, and she’s doing what she can to get into this fight, but Alesha’s just teaching her the lesson of her young life out there, teeing off on her and beating her up. Miley takes her punishment though, and she doesn’t really seem to be hurt, even though Alesha’s quick punches are smacking into her face nicely. But stuffed up against the ropes is not a good place to be, and the kid’s getting overwhelmed now as Dixon gives her more punishment, and snaps at her when they clinch,

“Not long now! I’m about ready to put you away!”

Miley can’t hold her tongue, rifles into Alesha’s belly, and tells her,

“In your dreams, slut! My girls are getting that ole bodysaddle ready for you!”

Alesha stands back and wipes Miley with a great left hook, but the kid isn’t going down – not yet, anyway – and she covers up well as the English girl tries to poke her face again with her accurate jabbing, but she’s lost her focus a little, and can’t land another good shot – surely one big punch is all it’s going to take now?

Round 3

Alesha Dixon’s showboating a little, and snapping out jabs in flamboyant fashion, trying to set young Miley up to put her away. She wants to get the uppercut going into the American’s chin, but Miley’s not playing that game for her, and she stays away from the ropes, leaving Alesha’s uppercut flying past her face, the older girl muttering,

“Stay still, you little shite!”

Miley says nothing, but keeps moving, and again Alesha pushes her back, looking for the room to slam her with a good finishing punch, swings and misses, and suddenly Dixon gets smoked by a quick jab to the liver. Dixon immediately drops onto her knees, hugging her aching body, and she just about beats the count at 9. Alesha looks badly hurt here, and she’s been shocked by that punch, which has changed the fight and Cyrus hammers her some more to the body, and now she’s sneering,

“Come on then, whore! Got anything left, or did you spend too much time with your legs open again?”

Alesha is hurting a little too much to respond properly, and she gets a battering to her body when Miley pushes her into the ropes, and the round ends with the Americam landing a peach of a right hook to Alesha’s lips, stunning her.

Round 4

Miley Cyrus is more aggressive now, and she looks so confident now she knows she can hurt Alesha, and she’s giving the older girl a rapping to the ribs in that ring, really tearing into her, with Alesha squeaking and gasping, then clinching, with Miley now goading her,

“I’ve got you now, slut! You’re mine tonight!”

She gives Alesha a left hook to the mouth as she backs away just to emphasise her point, and Dixon’s knees wobble a little. Gemma Atkinson’s waving Dixon out and off the ropes, and straight away Cyrus gives her a swift combo to the face, and again the taller girl gives a little wobble, then gets tagged to the flanks with a left and a right hook, and now she eats a great right hand from Miley, and has to clinch, a little blood dribbling from her lips, Cyrus telling her up close,

“Gonna bust you up, now! Then finish ya!”

Again Miley pushes Alesha back, then she finds the older girl’s face again with some good punches - Dixon is bruising up, and now she’s trying to make something happen for herself, lunging clumsily at Miley who grins, and taunts,

“That all you got, loser?”

then finds Alesha’s face again, whupping three right hands into her swelling left cheek, smacking her hard in the mouth with her left, then cracking her with another right hook, which has Alesha clinging on at the bell, Miley telling her,

“I can knock you out whenever I feel like it, old dog! Count on it!”

Round 5

A bouncy Cyrus traps Dixon on the ropes right at the start of the round, and she starts to really beat up on her, working her really hard to the body, and Alesha’s gasping, then Miley whispers into her ear,

“Time for you to kiss the canvas, ya cheap hooker!”

and she rips a right hand into Alesha’s jaw, smacks her head backwards with a straight left, then gives her another right to the mouth, and Dixon is down, her face touching the canvas, which she doesn’t kiss as predicted, but pushes herself back to her feet at 8, to see Miley preening herself,

“Want some more, cocksucker?”

Alesha doesn’t respond, but comes forwards, almost robotically, only to gets thumped in the face by the energetic little American, who’s really enjoying herself, sends the older girl’s head sideways, then gives her an uppercut which smacks right on her nose, and Alesha drops to her knees at the kid’s feet, watching as the blood drips from her nostrils onto the canvas, hauling herself up at 8 again.

Gemma Atkinson says to Miley,

“I’m gonna stop this in a minute honey, unless you do!”

The young American stares at her, and snaps,

“When I’m ready! Remember your place!”

As Alesha stumbles towards her, Miley unloads another stunning combo, and she has Alesha slumped on her at the bell, telling her,

“You’re finished, slag! All washed up and ready to be my slave!”

Alesha can’t respond, just groaning as she slumps to her stool.

Round 6

Cyrus is just taunting Dixon now, and the older girl’s taking so much punishment, her face brusied and swollen as the young girl just hammers her, with Gemma Atkinson seeming to be unable or unwilling to call a halt. Again Miley gives Alesha a bang in the mouth, and closes in on her against the ropes, demanding,

“Anything to say, whore?”

Alesha lisps through swollen, bleeding lips,

“I’m thorry for what I thaid!”

Miley grins, and hammers the English girl good and hard and pins her in her own corner now, beating the weakened and badly softened up girl. Poor Alesha just wilts from this body beating, and between sobs of pain she begs Miley,

“I’m done! Finith me off!”

Miley grins, and gives her another crippling blow to the liver, then bats the girl upright, asking,

“Last words?”

Alesha has taken more than enough, and she can only whisper,

“You own me – pleathe – finith me!”

A left hook, a right hook, and a left uppercut later, and Miley has done just that, leaving a senseless Alesha Dixon half draped over the bottom rope, and Gemma Atkinson is smiling as she counts her out.

Result: Miley Cyrus knocked Alesha Dixon out in round 6.

Miley has won her first fight at bantamweight, and she clearly wants more, issuing challenges like there’s no tomorrow:

“I don’t care who I fight! Bring them on! Maffia! Healy! Church! Thomas! Any of those Brit biitches will bow to me after I whip their skanky asses! Now! Where’s my frickin’ slave girl? I wanna ride her!”

A still dazed Alesha is now waiting for Miley on the outside of the ring, standing on a raised plinth, as the American’s stable mates January Jones and Amber Heard present the shiny leather bodysaddle to Gemma Atkinson, the scantily clad big-breasted girl hoisting it onto Alesha’s stooped body, allowing the Americans to strap it into place, then Miley fastens the bridle over Alesha’s head herself, making sure the bit is secure between the English girl’s teeth before Gemma helps her into the saddle, and she slaps Dixon’s ass with her riding crop to make her trot around the perimeter of the ring until she drops, part way through her fourth circuit. Miley dismounts and tells Amber and January,

“Get the saddle off her, get her cleaned up and bring her to me at the hotel! And you, Amber Heard! Hands off! She’s mine tonight! You can have her tomorrow!”